Ginger flipped her long purple hair as she strolled into the hospital. She had yet another stupid delivery quest to complete. The money was good, so she never could complain about that. What she did wonder about, was the location of the drop off. She wasn't aware there were hospitals in this universe.
Universes were funny like that, you never knew what to expect with them. What was weirder was that it seemed so modern for this world. The city was known as Shattrath, the section she was in was commonly known as "lower city". It was a slum full of refugees and such, a safe haven for horde and alliance alike. This hospital, if it was to be called that, was filled with sick or injured refugees.
Ginger dropped off the box of what she knew not, and received her coin from a nurse she didn't bother to catch the name of. She spun on her heels to leave and slammed directly into the side of a Tauren. She looked up to apologize and immediately inwardly groaned. It was Zale. The last person she enjoyed running into. Well there were a couple of people she'd rather not deal with, but this one, this one seemed hell bent on making her mad.
Ginger took a deep breath and gritted her teeth and stared Zale. Zale looked in amusement as he saw her jaw reset. A weird little tick crossed her cheek as she regained her composure.
"Oh I'm sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going." She beamed at him.
Zale sneered at her, his eyes gazing at her red robe. He laughed to himself. A druid in cloth, ridiculous; she was ridiculous. "Hmph, you should watch where you're going little night elf. I could have stepped on you."
"Maybe you should watch where you're going, I could have stabbed you." She glared him down.
A shrill cackle broke their thoughts. Ginger about jumped out of her skin and Zale clenched his eyes shut. He had forgotten about Grammy. Zale began pushing a wheelchair. Ginger finally fixed her eyes on what Zale had been doing. An old crone sat in the chair.
"Go away night elf. I haven't time for you."
Ginger blinked up at Zale and his retreating form. Escort quest? She thought to herself. She shook her head and flipped her hair. Good, she didn't want to deal with him anyway. Ginger started out of the hospital when a shrill squawk caught her attention. Wyverns were attacking. Ginger rushed to assist.
She began firing shots at the wyverns, she found herself back to back with Zale. She didn't care at this point. "Screw him" she thought to herself, "I don't care who he is, and I'll help with the damned escort." They stood there in tandem firing shots left and right, healing when needed. Ginger threw her trees and Zale did whatever the hell he was doing, Ginger wasn't paying attention, there was work to be done.
